Light streamed through the window of the fairly dully painted room belonging to the normal, teenaged girl currently sleeping soundly and curled up under the warm downy comforter, that year round adorned her bed. Her long brown hair flowed and rippled behind her like a wave of water. Birds chirpped a greeting to her as her light brown eyes opened and blinked in the light. Running on an automatic schedual she stood and went about water the many flowers that flashed, bright and dark colors alike, year round.
Then changing into her school uniform and pausing to look at the opened scrapbook that sat, waiting on her mirrored table. The pictures showed a yearly progression of her and her twin brother. The page was simply titled: Kana and Kazuma Kuwabarra. Many people had joked on her twin's complexion and grace, saying kana had gotten all the good looks that her brother had missed out on, though she couldn't have cared if the roles had been switched. She, to be blunt, loathed most people's adversion to others simply on physical appearence. Her brother, though was what most saw as gruesome, was highly kind and considerate for a teenaged boy who claimed to be the "Toughest punk at Sarayashiki Junior High".
Kana went across the room, into the hallway, closing the door behind her, to inch the door across from her's open. "Kazu? It's time to get up..." this statement was simply a warning to the large boy. When he didn't reply the small girl picked her way across his slightly messy room toward the window. "Count of three Kazu...1. 2. 3." She opened the shutters and let the light into the boy's eyes, causing him to jump into the air yelping that his eyes hurt. Giggling she walked out, informing him of the time, and tripping over Kiekichi, causing her to tumble down the short staircase onto the ground floor. Grumbling, her good mood ruined, she stood, grabbed her bag, and walked out of her house.
Humming and she traipsed down the sidewalk. She very narrowly missed walking headlong into a feminine looking boy with long red hair that practically screeched familiarity, regardless of how Kana knew she had never met this fire-haired boy, she knew his name. She shouldn't, but she did, and so, of course it slipped out of her traitor mouth in a soft mutter along with a habitual apology.
"Sorry...Kurama..."
The instantanious tense that coursed his body made her run as fast as her legs would carry her. Which was faster then any human could possibly track, and, of course made the red head give chase. Her run led her through the back alleyways and over roofs until she reached the sanctuary of her school, who's gates were only just opening as she squeezed through. She stopped at the door and looked back to see the boy turning back, a look of almost confusion as he glanced back at her one last time.